Page 113 of Feral Omega

Plague's hands roam over my body, his touch at once possessive and reverent. It's as if he's learning every inch of my skin. I arch into his caress, silently begging for more, even as I'm still locked tight around his knot.

The intimacy of the moment, the connection between us, is almost too much to bear. I feel raw, exposed in a way I've never been before.

"Fuck," Valek breathes, his voice husky with sex and satisfaction.

"Mmh," Plague's agreement sends vibrations through my chest as I lay on top of him, my legs spread across his lap, my pussy impaled on his length and his thick knot.

As the last waves of pleasure ebb, exhaustion begins to creep over me. The events of the day, the intensity of our mating, catch up to me all at once. I sag against Plague's chest, my limbs heavy, my eyelids drooping.

Plague seems to sense my fatigue. He shifts, cradling me close as he leans back against the headboard. "Rest," he murmurs, his fingers combing through my hair. "I've got you."

Valek reaches over, resting a hand on my thigh, tracing lazy circles on my cooling skin. "We've got you," he corrects. "You're safe."

Safe.

That word once felt like a joke, and now…

Now, it feels like a dream.

One I'll have to wake up from any moment.

For now, I let my eyes drift closed, secure, and at some point, we shift positions—or rather, they move me—so I'm lying on the bed, nestled between them, with Plague's knot locked inside me and Valek at my back, one strong arm draped protectively around me.

Is this what it feels like for other omegas?

To be cared for?

Cherished and surrounded by a pack who tend to her every need?

This can't be real.

It just… can't.

But for now, I can’t help but purr.

Chapter

Forty-One

WRAITH

Pace. Back and forth.

Crunching gravel.

Trees looming, branches grasping.

Stars wheeling above, cold and distant.

Uncaring.

Rifle gripped tight, strap digging into scarred collarbone.

Doesn't matter.

Barely feel it.

Only the scent.

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